Mom Jokes
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| - | The exhibit was held in October, 1997, at the Harbor Club in [[Tampa]]. The show consisted of framed, tiny scraps of paper onto which [[Associationalist]] poetry had been typed. The fate of the pieces displayed is both horrifying and hilarious. Adkins' mother, in perhaps the ultimate Mom Joke, prepared for the works to be transported to [[New Mexico]] by removing the glass from the frames and wrapping each piece in Saran Wrap. | + | The exhibit was held in October, 1997, at the Harbor Club in [[Tampa]]. The show consisted of framed, tiny scraps of paper onto which [[Associationalist]] poetry had been typed. The fate of the pieces displayed is both horrifying and hilarious. Adkins' mother, in perhaps the ultimate Mom Joke, prepared for the works to be transported to [[New Mexico]] by removing the glass from the frames and wrapping each piece in Saran Wrap. Upon hearing the news, several assembled Associationalists murmured "By Removal, it is [[Mad Work]] to Remove, the Truth can be made Pure." Today, [[Incidentalists]] believe the change was intentional, giving rise to the doctrine of the [[Mom Prank]]. [[Accidentalists]] disagree, addressing "The Saran Wrap Affair" a treatise entitled ''Idiot Genius or Unwitting Brilliance: Two Sides of the Same Coin?'''. In any event, the spontaneous collective reaction, muttering the Mad Work maxim, raised the level of the act from a potentially rancor-filled scandal to at the very leas, a [[incident | humorous incident]]. |
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| A visual presentation of the poetic achievements of the Tampa School, Mom Jokes gathered together the work of Jorge Suarez, Alexandre Dacusse and Simone Kepler, vaporically presented dutifully by Steven Adkins, Tim Wilson and Giancarlo Rendina. The material presented consisted largely of scraps, intermittent messaging, poetical asides and elaborate scrapbook entries dating from the early 1990's and covering the period of activity known to scholars as The Second Advance.
A Final Count Is Made The exhibit was held in October, 1997, at the Harbor Club in Tampa. The show consisted of framed, tiny scraps of paper onto which Associationalist poetry had been typed. The fate of the pieces displayed is both horrifying and hilarious. Adkins' mother, in perhaps the ultimate Mom Joke, prepared for the works to be transported to New Mexico by removing the glass from the frames and wrapping each piece in Saran Wrap. Upon hearing the news, several assembled Associationalists murmured "By Removal, it is Mad Work to Remove, the Truth can be made Pure." Today, Incidentalists believe the change was intentional, giving rise to the doctrine of the Mom Prank. Accidentalists disagree, addressing "The Saran Wrap Affair" a treatise entitled Idiot Genius or Unwitting Brilliance: Two Sides of the Same Coin?'. In any event, the spontaneous collective reaction, muttering the Mad Work maxim, raised the level of the act from a potentially rancor-filled scandal to at the very leas, a humorous incident. Non-Canonical TextWe Have Shorn The Wearing Of This "Witnesses fainted -- eyes were reported to lolligag, arms rested, each glazzy eye made the rounds." So went the polling data, preserved today in a system of matriculation -- an atrophic structure shot down from above, sockless, grabbing at hairs -- nearly impenetrable, its visible means showing a flightless retreat to meaning and daring those, inviting those, nearly grabbing those whose thoughts frantically find answers, those outside the daring exploit perpretrated that day. And that's why Mom showed up. "Love made this big hole in my life. I tried to cartwheel -- but I somersaulted. I figured that's it right there." Confused ramblings of a drunken art patron who had somehow become trapped in the air-conditioning vent. See Also
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